The Call
Across the dusty, foot-worn street Unblessed of flower or tree, Faint and far-off - there ever sounds The calling of the sea. From out the quiet of the hills, Where purple shadows lie, The pine trees murmur, "Come and rest And let the world go by." The west wind whispers all night long "Oh, journey forth afar To the green and pleasant places Where little rivers are!" And the soft and silken rustling Of bending yellow wheat Says, "See the harvest moon - that dims The arc-lights of the street." Though the city holds thee captive By trick, and wile, and lure, Out yonder lies the loveliness Of things that shall endure. The river road is wide and fair, The prairie-path is free, And still the old earth waits to give Her strength and joy to thee.
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